So much has happened, so many words hitting the sides of my brain begging to get out.
Let's start with the normal:
-School is out
-I work 40 hours a week
-I am really tired.
-I turned twenty two! (I AM FEELING TWENTY TWO!!)
-I had the BEST birthday ever!!!
-My girls had their recital
-I passed all my classes
-Life got weird and complicated
-I bought a new tire on sunday cause I had a blowout.
So I turned twenty two last week. It was great. There was someone who planned a party for me because they were afraid that I would not be doing anything for my birthday. But I also had sushi plans with another friend, so we just combined both, and ended up having 11 people meet for sushi! SO MUCH FUN!!!! Also I got the coolest presents.
I got LITERAL toys!!!
Like legos, a hot wheel (Thor hot wheel), my little pony, a Princess Leia action figure, and home made strawberry jelly. I also got ballerina post it notes.
You ready for the fun stuff now?!
Not that legos aren't fun! They are the most fun thing in the world.
Okay lets go with the next uncomplicated thing. (Which leads into a VERY complicated thing):
My girls had their dance recital and they did BRILLIANT!!! I mean I am so proud of all the hard work both of my classes put into their dancing. Even the male-whom-I-am-fond-of did brilliant. And it was an utter adventure.
See the day of the dress rehearsal I had one of those migraines where it feels like you are getting shot in the head with a machine gun.
So I asked around for the drugs and NO one had any.
Which is weird cause dancers normally have drugs...
So I went to the dressing room where the male-whom-I-am-fond-of was located.
Now there is a reason I am so fond of him.
He offered to drive the twenty minutes it would take to get to the apartments and back just to get the drugs.
And he even did it in record time...
When he got back he handed me a pill. (DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME KIDS)
And I trust him, so I just took it.
My headache faded and the shooting ceased and then I started to feel funny..
Like REALLY funny, like funny in a I can't brain and there is something seriously wrong with me funny.
which isn't very funny.
He was joking about if he was dead to check his pockets cause maybe someone would kill him for the meds. So I asked him what kind it was. And he says "Acetametaphine" and I am like. "Awesome, there is a good chance you will be driving me home."
See I am allergic to it. Or sensitive or something. And the few times I have taken it I get WEEEEIIIIRRRRDDDD and I don't remember ANYTHING that happens.
The first time it happened I told my roommate that I was in a Euphoria and when she asked what my favorite movie was she said I got really perplexed and was upset, because, "Why did you have to give such a hard question?!"
The-male-whom-I-am-fond-of was not only in the ballet, but he was also in another dance. Where we did a lift.
Normally not a problem.
But today, being swung around him upside down and then "dropped" did not do good things to my already rattled brain.
I guess I was about to pass out cause my head was spinning horribly. I remember vaguely leaning against the door and one of my girls coming up to me and going "Miss Emilie, are you alright?" and I of course, being stubborn, told her I was perfectly fine. "But Miss Emilie, you are holding yourself up on that door." And I think I tried to push away from the door, but that didn't work.
So, proud moment for me, my girls give me MY talk about how we have to take care of ourselves and that our health is important and yada yada. (I was very proud they quoted me.)
Well by this point. The moms and other such adults (meaning dads and grandpas) have taken notice of the happenings. Next thing I know, one of the moms is taking my pulse and all this other stuff and then shoving benadryl under my tongue. They then walk me to a less crowded area. Then I am being taken to urgent care, who then sends me to the ER. We just sat in the ER parking lot cause the benadryl was helping.
So the mom has me call the-male-whom-I-am-fond-of so I can let him know where we are. (They all just assumed we were dating).
He came and saved me. Which was very sweet of him.
Well, that night I woke up in my bed COMPLETELY confused as to how I got there cause the last thing I remembered was him joking about being killed for the drugs. So I ended up texting the-male-whom-I-am-fond-of since he was the last person I remembered talking to and was all "How did I get home?"
The next morning he made us pancakes (I went over to his apartment for breakfast, with my roommate.) and sort of explained what happened.
So we get to the recital (cause that was just dress rehearsal man) and I get BOMBARDED by hugs.
I don't normally do hugs, but I let people hug me.
I did get chewed out by one of my younger girls because in class I had told them that I would be in the front of the stage to help the littles and to help the older littles in one spot of the dance that they would get confused on. She walks up to me, gives me a hug (she is nine) and then puts her hands on her hips and goes "Miss Emilie! You PROMISED that you would be up at the front of the stage and you WERENT!!! Miss Erin was, and she did okay... but you know the dance better... so you HAVE to be at the front today. Okay?!" I told her I promised that I would.
Then my older girls were telling me all about the day before. And playing off of old inside jokes with our ballet class. Like how me and the-male-whom-I-am-fond-of have 112 children together. (LOOOOONG story). Then one of my girls told me that "If you don't have a spine you're nocturnal." (Not quite...)
So the-male-whom-I-am-fond-of goes into this whole long thing about how his mother has his spine and when he gets married, then his wife's wedding present from his mom will be his spine. All of my girls point at me and go "Might as well give it to her now."
I was talking about breakfast and mentioned my roommates name. And here is the reaction to that:
"WHO IS THIS HEIDI!!!! I WILL FIND HER!!!!" She wheels around to face the-male-whom-I-am-fond-of and yells "THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!!!! AND THAT ONE IS MISS EMILIE!!! THE FELLOW AND THE TEACHER ARE MEANT TO BE!!!"
So to further on the awkwardness:
"Miss Emilie is short" the-male-whom-I-am-fond-of states.
"Yeah... but.." My student takes a step back and asses the situation, "PERFECT HEIGHT FOR FOREHEAD KISSES!!!"
Let's just say my 12 year old says exactly what she is thinking.
Overall the rest of the performance went without a hitch, other than me completely wiping out on stage. In which the-male-whom-I-am-fond-of came to the back of the stage to check if I am okay. And all the moms start making "awwwww they are SO cute and adorable!!!" Faces. In which I blushed and he made a stupid comment about it.
But yeah! Overall! An exceptional perfomance by my lovely ladies!!! And had the perect dash of adventure and awkwardness one could only expect to happen in my life :D